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poem rain discontent
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Rot
This morning leaves are still damp
Wooden fence displaying water streaks
Finally, first rain has come to bathe
The people's resentments, but fruits of
Collective discontent when wet, rots
October 10, 2012
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